Seven Saints of Talis

Fallout: Dark Heresy

Dino

Awake.That must be what this is. Pain, fire, screams…Fading, blurring. I open my eyes, sit up. My skin feels like it is on fire. Tattoos and scars, fresh, swollen, still weeping ink and blood cover my body. The room. Destroyed. Dusty sunlight filters in from sections missing in the roof, a blazing sky beyond. Who was I again? I…. Herman, Damien Herman. I know that much at least…..
Scene shift.
Dressed in rags, rummaging about. This battery still has some charge left, might be able to.get this thing running, if I can find some fuel…Ruined city.. Not likely, but… I swing about, too late, and… Is that a person, or machine? Cyborg? Definitely a gun, that. Uh, heya fella? How ya doing? It cocks its head, then it speaks, a harsh blurt of static, a baud tone. Hey chief, I don’t speak binary.
Fast forward three years. Techpriest. That’s what that lady was. I’m one now, too. Apparently, I’m rather good with machines. Came the fire and screams again. Sin incarnate, blackness given shape and malign intent. Daemons. Servants of the god of vice. Terror. I take what I can as my brethren are slaughtered. It’s like the beasts don’t even notice me. Into the night I flee, into the wastes.